I see them trembling in many places,

With no expressions on their faces,

All I see is skin and bones,

On the other side of the gate.

Black boots marching high,

Blond men think they’re greater than the sky.

All I see is joy and laughter,

On this side of the gate.

The piles of dead keep on growing higher,

Men and women perish in fire,

Burying their spirits in the ground,

On the other side of the gate.

As rifles blow,

We have grins on our faces from tormenting them so,

Jews are nothing more than the mud on our soles,

On this side of the gate.

Pain and torture is what I see,

I knew I didn’t want that to be me,

Somehow their hearts keep on beating strong,

On the other side of the gate.

Our cruelty and viciousness is the gate that sets us apart,

All I’ll have left is the permanent stain on my on my heart,

Because I know the real place where I belong,

Is on the other side of the gate.